Cats sleep fat and walk thin. - Rosalie Moore
Mum was home the rest of the weekend, as long as you don't count her going out to eat on both Caturday and Sunday evening. Caturday was sort of planned. Sunday was more of a spur of the moment.
Sunday was, come for dinner, help me get my computer hooked up. Her furiends who had a small fire in their house are now in an apartment until the house is fixed and ready to live in again in a few months. So mum got a nice dinner of roast beast and her furiends have a working puter, but the innerweb guys have to come and hook that part up.
Me and mum are looking forward to some less sticky air here for a few days. Mum says she can get outside work done.